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bprd_agent_red ([personal profile] bprd_agent_red) wrote2012-10-23 03:19 pm

Slenderman - The Building By the Lake

He hasn't slept for days.

He hasn't seen Liz in a week, maybe longer (maybe not so long as that), time is screwed up, along with everything else and he can't seem to keep his head on straight.

He's hearing things, seeing things, and he's so scared right now it's making him Mad.

There's nothing to fight, no one to hit or overpower. There's nothing real that he can get his hands on and punish for making him afraid. There's only the constant cold and coughing, the things in the shadows that make him jump and cringe, that unsettling feeling of always being watched.

When he heard about the building that appeared by the lake he knew he'd find whatever it was out there.

He's spent hours (days?) skulking around the grounds, skirting the woods and giving a wide berth to the ruin on the lake shore. Afraid to go in, unable to stay away.

Whispered thoughts stir around in his head, telling him to go in, telling him to run away, taunting him for being afraid, bolstering him to charge in.

He can do this, he can't.
He's not afraid, he's terrified.
Stay, run.


Stone grinding against stone, Red clenches his right fist, holding it close to his chest as he wades through the overgrowth and into the building.
dont_turn_around: (woodlane)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-23 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
This place has not been occupied for a very, very long time.

What was once a busy hospital is now silent and still, the floor littered with debris, one of the walls fallen in. There's dust everywhere, and ivy covers the windows. There's broken glass below some of them.

A staircase leads upstairs, and there's a dark hallway to the right.

Smeared on one of the walls is the graffiti, LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR.
dont_turn_around: (into the woods)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-23 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a creak above him.
dont_turn_around: (no no no)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-23 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
IN THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT, DARKNESS PREVAILS says the graffiti on the wall at the stop of the stairs.
dont_turn_around: (don't look)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-24 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
The hallway is lined with rusty metal bed frames, empty oxygen tanks, broken syringes. There's a wheelchair lying on its side.

One wheel is slowly spinning.
dont_turn_around: (into the woods)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-24 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Far away, in a distant room, there's the sound of a needle hitting a record.

Scratchy music plays.

Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand
dont_turn_around: (little red hood)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-24 02:43 am (UTC)(link)

Heavy He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru. They're whispering his name through this disappearing land. But hidden in his coat is a red right hand silence.

dont_turn_around: (sees what you did there)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-24 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
The Rosary comes to stop near a foot.

A foot attached to a very long leg.
dont_turn_around: (sees what you did there)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-24 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
There is no help here.

He waits.
dont_turn_around: (little red hood)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-24 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't move toward him.

He doesn't need to.

All he need do is call Hellboy's name. His true name.

Anung Un Rama in a voice both silent and as loud as thunder.
dont_turn_around: (dapper gentleman)

[personal profile] dont_turn_around 2012-10-24 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
If he could smile, he would.

As it is, his tentacles unfold from his back and reach out to touch Anung Un Rama's face, like a fond parent

Oh, we are going to have such fun.